…you probably wouldn’t recognize me now.
I look back on high school, and I see a terrible four years. I put my head down, got a job and just couldn’t wait until it was all over. It wasn’t completely terrible – I didn’t get picked on (quite the opposite actually; I would venture to say that most of my high school classmates probably didn’t know who I was), I got to go to prom, and I had my amazing core group of friends. I was smart. I was quiet. I didn’t join too many after school activities, as I was working at the movie theater most days after school.
You could find me hanging out with these girls most of the time.
This chick was my absolute best friend in the entire world.
I was terrible at applying make-up…I’m not even sure why I tried to use it, because my face was as clear as it was ever going to be. Pale much?
My go-to Halloween costume was as a hippie. I was completely obsessed with the 60’s.
My homeroom was the shit. We had the same teacher all four years. He cried on our graduation day y’all. We were the first class he’s seen through all four years. He was incredible.
Danced at prom…
And then graduated…
Sprinkle in a foreign exchange student program to Germany and being involved with the wrestling team as a Mat Maid and you’ve got my high school years! Nothing glamorous, nothing fancy, just high school in the greater Atlanta area.
Linking up with Miss Morgan —
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